Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

  • 451.  
    For many long uninterrupted years
    She was the friend and confidant of Art; They walked together, heart communed with heart
  • 452.  
    Once over the ocean in distant lands,
    In an age long past, were two hostile bands-Two armies of men, both brave, both strong,
  • 453.  
    Veils, everywhere float veils; veils long and black,
    Framing white faces, oft-times young and fair,But, like a rose touched by untimely frost,
  • 454.  
    Wherefore in dreams are sorrows born anew,
    A healed wound opened, or the past revived? Last night in my deep sleep I dreamed of you â??
  • 455.  
    I think I hear the sound of horses' feet
    Beating upon the graveled avenue.Go to the window that looks on the street,
  • 456.  
    As I go and shop, sir!
    If a car I stop, sir! Where you chance to sit,
  • 457.  
    The stork flew over a town one day,
    And back of each wing an infant lay; One to a rich manâ??s home he brought,
  • 458.  
    â??Anticipation is sweeter than realisation.â??

  • 459.  
    As the ambitious sculptor, tireless, lifts
    Chisel and hammer to the block at hand,Before my half-formed character I stand
  • 460.  
    O mother who sips sweetened liquors!
    Look down at the child on your breast;Think, think of the rough path before him,
  • 461.  
    When your love begins to wane,
    Spare me from the cruel painOf all speech that tells me so -
  • 462.  
    If it were in my dead Pastâ??s power
    To let my Present baskIn some lost pleasure for an hour,
  • 463.  
    I will paint you a sign, rumseller,
    And hang it above your door; A truer and better signboard
  • 464.  
    I am all tired out, said the mouth, with a pout,
    I am all tired out with talk.Just wait, said the knee, till you're lame as you can be-
  • 465.  
    Out from my window westward
    I turn full oft my face; But the mountains rebuke the vision
  • 466.  
    Three million women without mates
    In lonely homes on earth!And Cupid sighs at heaven's gates,
  • 467.  
    When the first sere leaves of the year were falling,

  • 468.  
    Oh! we love all the French, and we speak in French
    As along through France we go.But the moments to us that are keen and sweet
  • 469.  
    One moment alone in the garden,
    Under the August skies; The moon had gone but the stars shone on, -
  • 470.  
    I: BLIND

  • 471.  
    I saw a youth, one of God's favored few,
    Crowned with beauty, and talents, and health;He had climbed the steep pathway, and cut his way through
  • 472.  
    There is grief in the cup!
    I saw a proud mother set wine on the board;The eyes of her son sparkled bright as she poured
  • 473.  
    Sir Knight of the world's oldest order,
    Sir Knight of the Army of God,You have crossed the strange mystical border,
  • 474.  
    It is easy enough to be pleasant
    When life flows by like a song,But the man worth while is the one who will smile
  • 475.  
    Strange are the ways that her feet have trod
    Since first she was set in the path of duty,Finished and fair by the hand of God,
  • 476.  
    What would I ask the kindly fates to give
    To crown her life, if I could have my way?My strongest wishes would be negative,
  • 477.  
    Falling upon the frozen world last
    I heard the slow beat of the Winter rain-Poor foolish drops, down-dripping all in vain;
  • 478.  
    There is no chance, no destiny, no fate,
    Can circumvent or hinder or controlThe firm resolve of a determined soul.
  • 479.  
    You will be what you will to be;
    Let failure find its false contentIn that poor word “environment,”
  • 480.  
    There are two kinds of people on earth to-day;
    Just two kinds of people, no more, I say.
  • 481.  
    When thy hand touches mine, through all the mesh
    Of intricate and interlaced veins Shoot swift delights that border on keen pains:
  • 482.  
    Now, while thy rounded cheek is fresh and fair,
    While beauty lingers, laughing, in thine eyes,Ere thy young heart shall meet the stranger, “Care,”
  • 483.  
    Half-way unto the end-the week's high noon.
    The morning hours do speed away so soon!And, when the noon is reached, however bright,
  • 484.  
    High in the heavens I saw the moon this morning,
    Albeit the sun shone bright;Unto my soul it spoke, in voice of warning,
  • 485.  
    They stood at the garden gate.
    By the lifting of a lidShe might have read her fate
  • 486.  
    Let mine not be that saddest fate of all
    To live beyond my greater self; to see My faculties decaying, as the tree
  • 487.  
    In the youth of the year, when the birds were building,
    When the green was showing on tree and hedge,And the tenderest light of all lights was gilding
  • 488.  
    VIRTUE

  • 489.  
    In the fair morning of his life,
    When his pure heart lay in his breast, Panting, with all that wild unrest
  • 490.  
    Two sat down in the morning time,
    One to sing and one to spin.All men listened the song sublime-
  • 491.  
    So much one thought about the life beyond
    He did not drain the waters of his pond;And when death laid his children 'neath the sod
  • 492.  
    Two dead men boarded a spectral ship
    In the astral Port of Space;On that ghost-filled barque, they met in the dark,
  • 493.  
    One leaned on velvet cushions like a queen-
    To see him pass, the hero of an hour,Whom men called great. She bowed with languid mien,
  • 494.  
    Another morning's banners are unfurled-
    Another day looks smiling on the world.It holds new laurels for thy soul to win;
  • 495.  
    The highest culture is to speak no ill,
    The best reformer is the man whose eyesAre quick to see all beauty and all worth;
  • 496.  
    We two in the fever and fervour and glow
    Of life's high tide have rejoiced together;We have looked out over the glittering snow,
  • 497.  
    In an interview with Lawrence Barrett, he said:
    “The literature of the New World must look to the Westfor its poetry.”
  • 498.  
    Mother says, “Be in no hurry,
    Marriage oft means care and worry.”
  • 499.  
    Time has made conquest of so many things
    That once were mine. Swift-footed, eager youthThat ran to meet the years; bold brigand health,
  • 500.  
    So well the week has sped, hast thou a friend,
    Go spend an hour in converse. It will lendNew beauty to thy labours and thy life
Total 710 poems written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Poem of the day

In The Grass.
 by Robert Crawford

'Tis as if I saw it all — sat now in the grass, and heard
The soft warm wind in my ears like the lilt of a lonely bird;
Sat now in the grasses so — saw, but said never a word.
The two of them in the wood, below me there by the rill;
He with the light on his brow, she in the shadow still;
And a cloud so white goes over the blue on the gleaming hill.
My nest in the grass was good: they deemed that none might see —
Ah God in heaven! my eyes looked out of the hell in me,
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